The cars come to a stop. I And the man with the straight back wearing sunglasses And his hunched dog And the woman in the airy, flowery skirt And the man in the gray suit ironed not by his wife but by the dry cleaners Also come to a stop.

Naturally, voluntarily, almost without thought.

I could run across the street But then the light might turn green and a car might run me over.

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